(A/N: Sorry this took so long. I've been focusing on school pretty much all week since I just off winter break.)

Blaineley sat in her trailer, smiling at the figure sitting across from her. It was almost midnight at the film lot, ensuring the contestants would be most likely in the trailers so as not to overhear the conversation.

"Can you do it?" Blaineley asked.

The figure nodded.

"Good," Blaineley smiled, "here's how it'll work. We're going to treat it like a challenge at first. Heck, we'll even have an elimination ceremony to boot. Only after the elimination ceremony do I want you to take things seriously. Just toy with them at first. Once they think it's a challenge, I'm sure they won't go after you a second time. It'll be easy picking for you."

The figure nodded, and then stood up. They were incredibly tall, and looked menacing with the trench coat and straw hat.

"Is there anything you need?" Blaineley asked, "I want this to go down smooth as possible."

"No," the figure said.

"Don't talk much, huh?" Blaineley asked.

The figure said nothing.

"Good," Blaineley smiled, "that's how I like it. Now, I'm not going to announce that it's a challenge, but I've set up things so that they'll figure it out. Again, I can't stress enough that this has to go down perfectly."

"I get it," the figure hissed, "I want this show gone as much as you do."

"Good to hear," Blaineley smiled, "now, be off. I've much to attend to."

The figure nodded, and then left the cabin.

"This is working out quite nicely," Blaineley smirked, "you see, in the Camp TV contract, it states that if a competitor goes missing for ANY reason, the show must cease production until said competitor is found. I don't know who my little friend will pick, but I guarantee they'll never be found, even after the show has been cancelled! MUHAHAHA- wait a second, why am I saying all of this out loud?"

Blaineley blinked, then shrugged.

"Regardless, it will all be over by the end of the night," she smiled, "all I have to do is sit here and wait."

Meanwhile, in the boy's cabin, a card game was going on between Trent and Duncan. Presently, Trent was winning.

"Full House," Trent smiled, "I win again!"

"This is crap!" Duncan exclaimed, throwing his cards in the air, "You're cheating!"

"And you just ran out of chips," Trent smirked, "unless you want to buy your way back into the game?"

"I only have five bucks left!" Duncan snapped.

"Which you can buy more chips with, and then possibly double your money," Trent smiled.

Duncan sighed, then threw his money on the table. Trent smiled, and then dealt out the cards.

Duncan looked at his cards and smiled- four queens.

"Show your cards," Trent said.

The two threw their cards on the table. Duncan had a proud smirk on his face, until he saw Trent had four aces.

"You lose again," Trent smiled, taking Duncan's chips.

"FUCK THIS GAME!" Duncan shouted, tossing the table over.

Snickering, Trent put the thirty dollars he won from Duncan into his pocket.

"Anyone else want to play?" Trent asked.

"I'm good," Chris called, "I'm going to catch up on my beauty sleep."

"What about you, Justin?" Trent asked.

"Nah, I'm going to go grab something to eat at the crafts and services tent," Justin yawned, "want anything?"

"Grab me some chips or something," Trent shrugged, "hey, have you seen Cody?"

"Yeah," Justin nodded, "he jumped out of the window dressed up like batman half an hour ago."

"Oh, that makes sense," Trent agreed, "alright, see you later."

As Justin exited the cabin, Duncan grumbled something to himself and then turned on the nearby radio.

"And to everyone just tuning in," the radio DJ said, "you're listening to our Blast From the Past session here on the opossum show. Stay tuned for your favorite hits that won't quit!"

"Wow, this guy is awful," Trent commented, "change the-"

Before Trent could finish, a song came on the radio.

Jeepers, creepers,

Where'd you get them peepers?

Jeepers, creepers,

Where'd you get them eyes?

"Yeah," Trent muttered, "change the channel, this song creeps me out."

Duncan shrugged, then switched the channel.

Jeepers, creepers,

Where'd you get them peepers?

"What the-" Trent began, "how- change the station!"

Duncan nodded, and changed the channel once more.

Jeepers, creepers-

Duncan, now looking slightly nervous himself, began flipping through the stations as quick as he could manage. After his ninth or tenth try, he finally reached a station that wasn't playing the song. Instead, all that was playing was a voice.

"Hello, boys," a voice giggled, "I want to play a game."

Everyone in the cabin looked at each other in horror.

"You heard me right," the voice continued, "so listen up, I'll only say this once. In a few minutes-"

Duncan turned off the radio.

"What kind of sicko would allow someone to air that over the radio?" Duncan asked, "I thought those things were call-in!"

"A child could have heard that!" Trent exclaimed, "I'm phoning a complaint to that radio station when we get out of here!"

Meanwhile, somewhere in the film lot, the figure in the trench coat grimaced.

"Well, if that doesn't work," they hissed.

Meanwhile, Justin was about to leave the crafts and services tent when he heard a phone ring.

"That's weird," Justin muttered, "the only phone nearby is the one in the kitchen…"

Justin shrugged; put down the bags of chips he was carrying, and made his way into the kitchen. Sure enough, the emergency phone Chef kept in there was nearly ringing off its handle.

The teen frowned, then picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Justin asked.

"Hello, Justin," a voice chuckled, "do you recognize my voice?"

"No," Justin replied, "should I?"

"Yes, you twit, you should!" the voice screamed.

"Oh, you must be a fan of mine," Justin smirked, "well, listen, I'm in the middle of a season, but maybe I'll mail you an autograph or something-"

"Listen to me," the voice said, "you're going to pay for what you did to me. You're all going to pay. I'm going to get you tonight, I'm going to get you all- ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?"

"Heat of the moment," Justin sang, "telling me what my heart- I'm sorry, were you saying something?"

The voice on the other line let out a scream, and then hung up.

"Kids these days," Justin said, shaking his head.

Everyone was asleep in the girl's cabin, when there was a knock at the door.

"Who's there?" Bridgette yawned, getting out of bed.

"Whoever it is, I'm going to kill them," Gwen mumbled.

Bridgette walked over to the trailer door, and yanked it open.

"No one's there," she muttered.

She was about to go back into the cabin, when she noticed a note lying on the ground.

Bridgette picked it up, and then let out a shriek when she saw what was on the note:

HI.

"What is it?" Gwen asked, getting out of bed.

Bridgette showed Gwen the note, and a few seconds later, the whole girl's trailer was in panic mode.

"We're all gonna die!" Heather exclaimed, "We have to get out of here!"

Heather opened up the trailer down, and before she could so much as blink was grabbed by a shadowy figure. The figure lifted Heather of it's shoulder, then took off running.

"We have to help her!" Bridgette exclaimed.

"Do you want to DIE?" Gwen asked.

"I say we wait here," Sadie mumbled, "be safe."

"I'll go after it!" Izzy offered, "I do this sort of thing for a living!"

The three turned, and gave Izzy strange looks.

At last, Bridgette spoke.

"Alright," she said, "but you better take a group of people with you, just to be safe."

"Okay," Izzy nodded, "who here wants to come?"

"Actually," Bridgette muttered, "why don't you ask the guys? Gwen and I will wait here, you know, make sure he doesn't come back."

"And me, right?" Sadie asked.

"No, you should go," Gwen insisted.

"FINE!" Sadie scoffed, "If you guys are too chicken, I'll go!"

"Okay," Izzy said, "let's go and see who else wants to come."

Justin was almost back to the trailer when he noticed Izzy and Sadie in the distance.

"GAH!" he exclaimed, rushing over to the trailer door.

Justin tried to open the trailer, but the door was locked.

"Guy's, let me in!" Justin exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" Trent called from inside, "Chill out, I'll be there in a second.

"It's Izzy and Sadie!" Justin said, "You have to let me in, now!"

"No way man!" Duncan called from inside, "You can handle the psycho and the annoying chick on your own, we're not letting you in!"

"C'mon!" Justin said, "I'll either be maimed or nagged to death!"

Justin continued to pound on the door, until at last Izzy and Sadie reached him.

"Oh," he sighed, "hi, guys."

"Hiya, Justin!" Izzy greeted, "A serial killer came and took Heather, you wanna come and find him with us?"

"Wait a second, what?" Justin asked, "A serial killer… took Heather?"

"Uh huh," Izzy smiled, "just snatched her right from the cabin, ha ha! C'mon, we're gonna go catch him!"

"And you're sure it's a serial killer?" Justin asked.

"Eighty –percent sure," Izzy nodded, "that, the RCMP, or a lycanthrope. You coming or not?"

"Fine," Justin sighed, "let's get this over with."

CONFESSIONAL: Justin

"I know what you're thinking. The only reason I agreed is because I figured that there was a pretty good chance that it was part of a challenge. I figured I could go, humor Izzy a little, and then win immunity for my team."

(End Confessional)

"So, how are we even going to find the serial killer?" Sadie asked.

"I know where he is," a voice called.

The three turned, and saw Cody standing a few feet away, dressed as Batman.

"I saw him take off with Heather," Cody said, "he took her to the cave the Descent challenge was in. Perfect for a serial-killer."

"Great," Justin said, "then why don't you lead the way, Cody?"

"I'm Batman."

"Whatever."

"Okay," Cody nodded, "I'll show you. Follow me!"

Soon enough, the four had arrived at their destination.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Justin groaned, "running around chasing serial killers is one thing, but doing it with you guys- no offense Cody- is something entirely different."

"I'm Batman," Cody corrected.

"Whatever," Justin said, "and I'm Anthony Hopkins."

"Ohhh, I wanna be Morgan Freeman!" Izzy exclaimed.

"Izzy, you can't be anyone," Justin sighed, "you're not a part of the trio. Your participation is valid in this sort of thing."

"Look, are we going to do this or not?" Sadie demanded.

"Righto," Cody said, "let's go get Heather from that serial killer."

The four made their way through the cave, with Izzy at the front of the group.

"Are you sure this isn't just a challenge?" Cody asked, "Not that Batman cares. Because he isn't competing."

"Ssh," Justin hissed, elbowing Cody, "keep it on the DL."

"DL?" Cody asked.

"Down low," Justin said, "we don't want Izzy to find out it's a challenge. If it is, she might win for her team."

"How could she beat three other people by herself?" Cody chuckled.

"Oh, she'd do it," Justin said fearfully, "she's freaking crazy, dude. The other night Gwen told me that Izzy nearly killed Sadie with a grappling gun."

"Dude, that is pretty- wait, you've been talking with GWEN?" Cody asked.

"Yeah, what of it?" Justin yawned, "Not like I'm cheating or anything."

"You have to hook me up with her," Cody pleaded, "PLEASE!"

"Uh, no," Justin said, "it would be awkward on so many levels. One, she's dating Geoff. Two, Geoff replaced you in our trio for a few episodes last season. Three, Batman doesn't go on dates. I thought you would know that by now."

"Damnit," Cody sighed, "listen, I didn't think I would have to do this… but I'm not really Batman."

"No!" Justin gasped, "Really?"

"Really," Cody nodded, "I'm actually Cody."

"Well, doesn't that just beat all?" Justin asked, rolling his eyes, "No, I'm still not helping you hook up with Gwen."

"Aww," Cody pouted.

"Hey, guys!" Izzy called, "I hear something up ahead!"

Justin, Cody, and Sadie all listened closely.

From a distance, the words of a song could just barely be heard.

Hush hush hush, here comes the boogey man,

Don't let him get to close to you he'll catch you if he can-

"Bye guys," Sadie said, "I'll see you later."

With that, the girl marched off.

"Okay," Izzy smiled, "there's a door up ahead. Cody, you stay and keep watch, Justin and I will bust in. I'll grab Heather, Justin, you take down the serial killer."

"I'd rather get Heather, actually," Justin said, "going after a serial killer might mess up my hair."

Izzy and Cody glared at him.

"Fine," Justin sighed, "whatever. Neither of you are invited to my funeral."

"Okay," Izzy said, "one… two… three!"

Justin and Izzy charged into the room. Heather was tied to a chair, next to a phonograph machine, and a figure wearing a trench coat and sunhat was standing over her.

Without thinking, Justin tackled the person in the trench coat.

"JUSTIN!" Izzy exclaimed, "I said attack the SERIAL KILLER!"

"This IS the serial killer!" Justin exclaimed, "The one in the chair is Heather!"

"Oh," Izzy thought, scratching her chin, "that doesn't make much sense. The serial killer should be the one tied up, right?"

"Just get over here and save me!" Heather exclaimed.

"Okay!" Izzy smiled.

The redhead picked up the chair Heather was tied to, lifted it over her shoulder, and then walked out of the cave.

"Is Izzy really that strong?" Justin asked.

Sadly, Justin's moment of distraction was enough for the serial killer to take advantage. The figure shoved Justin off, got to their feet, and then delivered a kick to Justin's stomach.

By the time Justin got to his feet, the figure was already retreating. Justin got a closer look at the figure, and blinked. He couldn't tell from a distance, but it looked like a purple rope was tied to the killer's head.

"What the hell?" Justin asked.

"Justin, hurry up!" Cody exclaimed, "Izzy is probably back at camp right now!"

"The challenge!" Justin exclaimed, "Well, I mean, probably, maybe it isn't. Let's go!"

By the time the two got back to the camp, however, Blaineley was already making the announcement that Izzy one the challenge for Team Isaak.

"Nice of you to join us, Justin," Blaineley said, "I take it Cody won't be joining us tonight?"

"What?" Justin asked, looking around, "He was just with me!"

"He probably had to use the bathroom," Noah said, "doesn't take a genius to figure that out."

"Well, looks like he'll be missing the first ever Team Bowie elimination ceremony," Blaineley said, "first REAL one, anyway. Well, you have ten minutes. Go talk amongst yourselves."

A few minutes before the elimination ceremony, Heather pulled Noah and Sadie aside.

"Hey," Heather smiled, "I need to talk to you guys."

Later, Blaineley tallied all of the votes for that night's elimination.

"Okay," the blonde smiled, "first award goes to… Cody, who isn't here anyway. Justin, you're also safe."

Justin caught his award, and smirked at Noah.

"Noah, you're still in."

Noah caught his award, and returned Justin's smirk.

"Heather… and Trent."

Trent and Heather caught their awards, and then glared at each other.

Bridgette realized she was in the bottom two with Sadie, so she let out a small sigh of relief.

"And the final award goes to…

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"…Sadie!"

"What?" Bridgette and Justin exclaimed.

CONFESSIONAL: Sadie

"THAT'S FOR BEING A JERK!"

CONFESSIONAL: Noah

"The only reason I went along with Heather's plan is because I knew sending Bridgette home would make Justin mad. And I find that funny."

CONFESSIONAL: Heather

"You might be asking yourself. 'Gee Heather, I thought your plans involved Cody, Justin, and Trent? Where does Bridgette fit into all of this?' Easy. Just will eventually go around asking who voted for Bridgette. He'll go to Noah, at first, but you need more than one vote to send someone home. So, he'll ask me. I'll deny it at first, but then fake a break-down and pretend that Cody approached me. Cody disappears the night Bridgette is eliminated… it's perfect. Justin will send home Cody, which will make Trent annoyed because he's working with me. Those two will hate each other, and they'll try to send each other home. It'll be Trent first, naturally, then Justin. Then I have a solid alliance with Sadie and Noah… and possibly Izzy and Duncan. Then, I win. That simple."

(End Confessionals)

Later, all of the boys were getting ready to go to sleep- but there was still no sign of Cody.

"I'm telling you, it doesn't make sense," Justin muttered, "how does Cody just go missing?"

"Maybe the killer took him," Chris yawned, "who cares? He wasn't good for ratings anyway."

"What?" Justin asked.

"Nothing," Chris replied.

Justin sighed, then blinked. Justin had been slightly dazed, and far away when he saw what he thought to be purple rope tied to the killer. He didn't know what it was at the time, because normally, people didn't have purple hair.

But he knew one person who did.

"Guys, wake up!" Justin exclaimed, "We have to get Cody, NOW!"

Meanwhile, in a hidden room somewhere on the film lot, Cody was being circled by the figure wearing a trench coat.

"Seriously, just let me go," Cody pleaded, "the challenge is over!"

"I'll NEVER let you go, Codykinz," the figure giggled, "once the show is over, we can be together FOREVER."

DUNH DUNH DUNH….

TO BE CONTINUED…

(A/N: And that's it for now. This is the first of a two-part chapter- the next episode isn't a challenge, it'll be the characters going to save Cody. But now, let's take a show of hands, how many of you thought the serial killer was Harold at first? I'm going to guess anyone who read the aftermath chapter. But don't worry for any Harold fans, despite me hating him with every fiber of my being, he has a major role later in this series. And no, he doesn't become Gollum like Ezekiel did. Well, I'll update as soon as I can- again, sorry for the delay.)